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Monday, August 14, 2006

Monday (sigh)

Oh yes, folks, you know the academic year is basically underway if I'm sighing that a new week is beginning. The truth is that I've been in a bit of a funk for the past couple of days, which may have to do with any/all of the following:

I either have wicked-bad allergies or I've got a cold. It is very difficult to know. I also have had a pinch-y neck for the past couple of days, so I may have spinal meningitis. Or I may have a pinch-y neck because all I've been doing is lying around and sleeping and watching tv, etc., and so I've effectively injured myself by being lazy.

It's my birthday tomorrow, and I'm not excited at all, nor do I have any decent plans, but the sick thing is that I don't even care, and normally I love celebrating my birthday, which I think means that I'm depressed or something.

Not only is it my birthday tomorrow, but it's also the day of the first big faculty meeting of the year. Lucky, lucky me. Oh, and I'm ticked off about some of the crap on the agenda, so I actually want to attend. Even though it's my birthday.

Rhett Miller's song "Come around" just came on the Pandora - that's the one where the chorus goes, "Am I gonna be lonely for the rest of my life?" Sad, sad, sad.

I'm both excited about the start of the school year and pissed off at all of the work that I've got to do to ready myself for it.

Ok, so enough of this whining. It's not really doing me any good. Better to finish the things on my to-do list, to re-adjust my attitude, and to think happy thoughts until tomorrow, so as to ring in my 32nd year on a positive note.

Hi Dr. Crazy. My sympathies on the allercold and birthday. Mine's Wednesday and I'm sneezy and lethargic and can't seem to summon the energy to call the two people I know in town and organize something. Happy birthday to us! Maybe we should have an August birthday carnival so we can celebrate while prone on our respective couches.

IPF - 28? Well, actually, I think I probably pass for younger than that, given the frequency with which I am carded. Also the fact that the rugby team I met on my trip to Budapest refused to believe I was a day over 24 :)

(Yes, they were very, very drunk, and yes, I was playing a drinking game with them, and yes, they were all like 19 years old so didn't know any better than to think I was that age, but nevertheless....)